Jerkwad

Saturday cleaning was interrupted by the doorbell. Always grateful for any excuse that gives me a break, I headed for the door to see who was there. Too late, I realized it was a political campaign volunteer. Groan! But it’s not like I could just walk away. Our front door has a large window through which he had already seen me.

His presidential candidate’s name was emblazoned across the front of his shirt and he was holding a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. I opened the door and he started his spiel.

“I’m doing a poll for (presidential candidate whose name was splattered across his shirt.) I have Mark’s name on my list. Can I talk to him?”

Relieved that I didn’t have to discuss politics with him, I politely told him Mark wasn’t home.

“Do you know who he’s voting for?”

Feeling a little peeved now, I simply said, “Yes.”

“Care to share with me how he plans to vote?”

Thinking this would be the end of it, I simply said, “I’d rather let him do that himself.”

His smug reply came, “I take it that means he’s NOT voting for (presidential candidate whose name was splashed across his shirt.)

Totally flustered now, I sputtered, “Uhhhhhhhhhh… well……”

“Thank you,” he smiled, placing a check mark on his tally sheet and walking away.

I never even knew what hit me. WHY? WHY can I never think of a good retort when I am faced with arrogant people such as this guy? He got his answer. I gave it right to him. But being a campaign volunteer, he should know better than anyone that it’s not MY right to share my husbands voting preference. I wonder if his candidate would be proud of his underhanded actions? Jerkwad.